Amelia Eve Nude Novels & Stories

Carson laughed. They heard a cough and turned to see Khloé and Ma'am Anny staring at them. 'Oh no.' ***** Amelia was in her house, not alone, but with a guy, she picked up from the bar. A random stranger that she could trample upon and that would please her. They were presently naked on the bed, enjoying the pleasures of each other's body. “Aaaah” Amelia moaned while riding on his cock. She kept sinking her pussy down on his dick and moaning as his condom-covered cock pushed into her orifice.

They'd climbed to dizzying heights, unaware that the ground was about to vanish beneath their feet. Watching them inch toward their own downfall filled Amelia with anticipation. She wondered, amused, whether they would lose their minds the moment they found out she was Tiana. With that thought, she walked forward, each step carrying the Wrights closer to the brink. “Well, well, if it isn't Damian’s shameless ex," Eve remarked, her voice thick with sarcasm as she smirked at Amelia. Amelia glanced over and spotted Eve dressed in an elaborate pink gown, all done up like a storybook princess.

Amelia's eyes widened before......"arrrggghhhh!!!!!!!!!" Her shriek rocked the whole building. Liam remained calm and walked towards her with a smirk plastered on his handsome face. "Get out!!!" Amelia screamed at him picking up the duvet, she wrapped it around her body. "There's really no need to hide your body from me, I already saw you naked remember that night?" Amelia heaved in anger and embarrassment turning to different shades of red. "You! You are shameless Liam don't you know how to knock?"

“For now, I will allow you and Jake inside. Lillian. Martin. Please wait here for a moment. I… need to talk to you privately.” Healer Eve sent Jake and me ahead with a nurse, but not before touching Jake’s shoulder like she was giving him some kind of comfort. What was that about? Was there something wrong? The nurse led us to Amelia’s room and I rushed inside. Amelia was sitting upright on her bed, with wires and tubes attached to her arms and chest. But she was awake, and when she saw me, she started smiling. “Damien,” she said. She held out one arm. “I need my mate close to me.”

Amelia’s signature perfume the dense trace of amber and vanilla. Amelia stood on the threshold, her identical face flushed a deep, unnatural crimson from the biting wind, her shoulders trembling beneath the fabric of Ava's stolen white cashmere cardigan. The fragile, heartbroken victim persona that she had spent weeks meticulously performing for Michael was completely dead. Her dark eyes were wide, bloodshot, and glittering with a raw, volatile envy that she could no longer contain behind her engineered smiles. Her fingers were clutched tightly around the strap of her leather handbag, her knuckles turning a stark, bloodless white as she glared into the dim interior of the concrete room.

I tilted my head and narrowed my eyes while crossing my arms over my bare chest. “My head’s up here, Eve,” I joked but not smiling. “Unless you prefer talking to the other head.” She tilted her head upward, her face red this time, and her mouth open. With Eve still crouched down and gaping at me, my imagination went wild. My manhood was in a rage as my eyes flickered at her cleavage, imagining reaching out the perfect globes confined in her V-neckline gown. “My head’s up here, Mr. Barclay,” Eve smirked.

But she quickly complies with my directions. Amelia’s nails scrape down my torso as the leave my tits behind and find the hem of the yoga shorts that I brought out here for her. Just those shorts and a sports bra are the only pieces of clothing that she has on. Is it any wonder that I was on her the second that Selene, Thor, and Jacob were out the door. Figuratively speaking. Amelia groans as she touches herself and I can’t help what happens next. I grab Amelia’s wrist, taking control of her movements. “Put two fingers inside that sweet, tight pussy for me.” I whisper to her.